To An Idea

I wanted to start Ex Nihilo
I mean as a review of sorts.
It's too much of a burst for some,
Too unanalyzably simple for others,
As one called perspective that vicious
Doctrine, but is it: to know nothing,
To taste something, dazzled by absence,
By your chair, by the chair of Salome?
Or yet another familiar dedication:
To an idea, writ in water,
To wild flesh, on the surface alone.
To you who carried me like mail
From one house to another.
Now the cars go past the lake, as if copying could exist.
The signs shine, through the Venetian blinds.